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"Excuse me, your highness" the frog said. "May I implore you to give me a peck on the cheek?"
"Not a kiss?" the princess asked.
"I would not presume. A peck will turn me back into a prince for a day, so I can find a bow and arrows."
"Whatever for?"
"I'll kill the heron who's eating my friends!"
"Excuse me, your highness" the frog said. "May I implore you to give me a peck on the cheek?"
"Not a kiss?" the princess asked.
"I would not presume. A peck will turn me back into a prince for a day, so I can find a bow and arrows."
"Whatever for?"
"I'll kill the heron who's eating my friends!"
Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.
The mirror replied "To whom?"
"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".
The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.
Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.
The mirror replied "To whom?"
"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".
The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.
She rode through London in a coach pulled by eight white bulls, wore dresses that scandalized Samuel Pepys into near-incoherence, and published critiques of both Hobbes and Descartes. She also wrote science fiction 152 years before *Frankenstein*. Her name was Margaret Cavendish — the woman who kept writing the future while her century tried to close the door.
She rode through London in a coach pulled by eight white bulls, wore dresses that scandalized Samuel Pepys into near-incoherence, and published critiques of both Hobbes and Descartes. She also wrote science fiction 152 years before *Frankenstein*. Her name was Margaret Cavendish — the woman who kept writing the future while her century tried to close the door.
Woke up inexplicably angry today.
I mean, there's a whole world of things I'm incandescently angry about, but this was something deep at the core of me. Not reasonable, not focused, just a fight looking to be had.
I was sitting with it ad best I could, and breathing.
Then the sky opened up and so much rain came down.
I don't care if that's coincidence. It felt good to have the sky hear me and cry when I wasn't able.
Woke up inexplicably angry today.
I mean, there's a whole world of things I'm incandescently angry about, but this was something deep at the core of me. Not reasonable, not focused, just a fight looking to be had.
I was sitting with it ad best I could, and breathing.
Then the sky opened up and so much rain came down.
I don't care if that's coincidence. It felt good to have the sky hear me and cry when I wasn't able.
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